I was 4 years old when my grandfather told me: „When you are still young, specify what is your favourite thing to do, and then organize your life around how to make a life out of it.” I didn’t understand those words then. I graduated from primary school and almost finished high school. I didn’t want to become … Read More
I was 4 years old when my grandfather told me: „When you are still young, specify what is your favourite thing to do, and then organize your life around how to make a life out of it.” I didn’t understand those words then. I graduated from primary school and almost finished high school. I didn’t want to become a banker, mechanic, salesman or geodesist. I knew that I wanted to create beautiful and useful things. The world of pictures became my natural environment. I wanted to express myself.
Something began. Something that wasn’t here yesterday, but today it is. I didn’t have
any doubts. Art became as important to me as the air we breathe. I was smoking cheap cigars until sunrise, making pictures in the studio, listening to classical music from the radio that my grandfather had given me. I started to make films as well. I was working very hard. I stopped recognizing the changes between days and nights – time became an endless story. I loved it. My mind was a kind of a parachute – works well only when opened.
There was a time in my life, when I forgot what an order was. Only my portfolio reminded me of the old times. Times when I was needed. Everyone asked me to make a short film for them, or at least make some pictures. Everyone wanted to know where I lived. The most determined ones where able to get my phone number. People like me were respected. They sang songs about people like me. I rented my room from people who let me stay in the front of the house, when they were gathered in the back part of it. They were very calm people. My doors were always open. Clients, editors, sound effects people, always someone who wanted to visit me. When I wasn’t working in the studio, I used to run around the city, carrying my work equipment. I don’t remember sleeping at all. People used to think that I was some kind of a crazy person.
Peeling an onion makes you cry, wisdom – brings you to a certain place. It is all important, but only our imagination can lead us everywhere. Only two things in the whole world are able to evaluate your creativity and bring it closer the perfection: love and passion. For me art is both of those things. Advertising an artist is not needed for the art itself. Good art will always win. Nothing has ever changed that.
I don’t remember exactly when something went wrong. I guess it was when films started to be made by everyone, and every average or even bad picture started to be seen as a good one. Now I am terrified and drink more than usual. Every day I get myself new boxes of mineral water, juices, but it sometimes isn’t enough. It is a sign, that the photography industry is experiencing a decline in standards and is not in a good condition. It’s been ages since I made my last photograph
for money. I have nightmares. I would love to become the photographer that you are looking for. Maybe working as a cashier in a regular grocery store would bring me more profit. I would stay in touch on an everyday basis with things like tomatoes, oranges, onions, cans, carrots or leeks – full of unspoken understanding.
Even though on pictures I look like a psychopath, my eye and sensitivity are still in a very good condition. I have a strong ability to see myself and others from a distance, which lets me see things clearly, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I would also like you to see this text that way.
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